I pay all my bills online or by D/D. I chuck on a load of washing as and when needed. I don't iron. (because i wont but clothes that need ironed.) I only cook when I'm in a relationship, and when i'm in a rel'p I'm not out 6 nights a week, so I'm at home cooking and snuggling.

I studied jurisprudence itslef at ui because the philosophy of the subject has been what interests me the most.
I'm not remotely passionate about the practice of law, the gir, reality of it. It's tough and it's down to personality and how much of a cunt you want to be. Contrary to how I may come across on here, I'm not much of a cunt. I struggle.

I had pleurisy, I'd soent the weekend getting off my chops and cavroting aroung naked on rooftops and in a hot tub. I had a weird thing happen to the back of my throat that meant i couldn't breathe, which then led to an eight hour panic attack. I nearly stopped the train back to london to request an ambulance.

Cats or dogs?
Football or rugby?
Central London or rural Scotland?
A night in with your man or a night out with the girls?
Red or white?
Daniel Craig or Sean Connery?
Summer or winter?
Late nights or early mornings?
Soho or Hoxton?

I say 'boy' as he's only about 18. He works on the IT helpdesk and sits opposite me. When he's talking to people on the phone he talks as if he's reading a script. Needless to say, this is pretty irritating. What can I do about it? (He isn't reading a script, btw)

japes: Gimme my fuckin phonecall officer!
Sergeant Jenkins: Here you go fella.
japes: Well... actually... what I need is a computer so I can 'send a note' to someone on DiS.
Sergeant Jenkins: Never hear of 'DIS', pal
japes: But its the UK's premier music and dating site!! We have our own slang and everything.
Sergeant Jenkins: You can forget about that phone call too sonny.